Low Country
Lowlands
Wet and swampy
Unfit for much
Except life
Suited to live
Among the muck
It does not matter
How rich, how high
You think you live
I tell you no lie
Earth as it is now
Is that low country,
Our lowlands
This level of existence
We now pass thru
This lower level of life
This body even with resistance
Still crumples and dies
A chasm we cannot cross
Except thru death
Separates us temporarily
From the highlands
In a clearer air there
Will we breathe
God’s higher land
calls our name
Do not turn a deaf ear
Until you can no longer hear
Its gracious call
His promises will sound
as always, Faithful
Never run us aground
Reach for the higher path
And walk in that
purer, more noble land
SoulSails 